Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.
I see you; tiny white delicate flowers poking your heads tentatively out of the ground as you start to grow after your sleep. I see you sunshine; your hue is slowly warming up. I see you bouncing off the pavements onto my son’s pale skin and he is glowing again. Hello voice; I hear you cough to clear your throat and I can make out a whisper. This blog has been in the depths of winter for the last year or so and for the first time in a long time I am sensing it is waking up. I have still been here and making lots of new work but unable to articulate any of it here.